NationStates Jolt Archive

The sky was filled with flashing beams of light. A man stood at the command bridge of his flagship. He was smiling, but it wasn't a human smile. It was a smile wrought with anger, with hate, with vengance. He was tall and thin, fragile he seemed, like a wilting flower. or at least it would seem so. But his eyes, his eyes were so ablaze with emotions that one would take a step back upon seeing them. He was pale, with dark hair which he always kept under his cap. He had attacked an enemy fleet near a large, tranquil, green planet. More ships came to draw enemy flagships away, and he ordered a turn planetward. Lasers began to be shot at the planet at no apparent target, killing nearby life.

The man's name was Isolite, General Isolite.

He said, "Finally, revenge".

OCC: taggified.

OCC: before i get involved i have a few questions....

1. where in the galaxy is this?
2. What tech are you using?
3. how many ships do you have?

OOC: TAG for interest

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OOC: Tagged for great justice!

*tag*

McTag

Taggy Time

OOC: fine ill make the first post out of all you tagers

09:34 Zulu
Task Force Raven
ZAFT Dry Docks out side Aprilius 1 Colony

"has there been any word from the council yet?" Captain DaCosta asked one of his officers "no sir the Supreme Council is still in session" he responded. "we will here from them soon, they will give us some small assaignment" Dacosta noted. "well sir with the Hawk Task Force rooting out Blue Cosmos we dont got all that much to do around here"

The ebon frigate sliced through inter-dimensional space, searching for it’s prey. It was on patrol looking for any escaped TCG ships in order to properly render them into subatomic fluff.

“Captain, I am getting reading of some sort of conflict.”

“Is it the Prey?”

“At this distance I cannot tell.”

“Take us there to find out.”

“Yes Sir”

The frigate crept closer, remaining hidden within T-Space to see what the commotion was about.

The hate echoed throughout the lattice, fulfilled by the energy the Maker-Mind felt destroying, and ravaging. This energy was malignant, not of its own accord, but by the accord of another.

Yet it was utterly insignificant in terms of the cosmos. The many parts of the Maker-Mind worked in unison, as they always did, and found the life there a possible threat to the Maker-Mind, whether in terms of years, or in terms of millenia, it mattered not. Threats were to be extinguished as soon as possible. Nonetheless, the Maker-Mind could not spare any of the many Battlespheres it commanded to eliminate such life, and, as such, it sat, and waited, as it had always done, scouring the universe with its vessels all the while, without hate, and without malice.

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OOC: Because I want my tags to be shinier than yours!
IC:"So peronally I think it was all politics. Doubtless the Soviets needed to regroup, but they could of pressed forward even a little and saved themselves and the Polish a lot of grief. But they didn't, because of damn politics!"
Kapitan Langsdorf did not exist. He had been killed in a train accident. He was currently the commander of a prizehunter ranging the galaxy for information, and money. Lots of money. And as his ship cruised calmly through the warp, he was re-enacting WW2 on a table with his executive officer.
"There's a lot of that type of thing around these days, I have to say."
"Indeed. With religon as well. I mean look at Cassiopeia! Everyone let the Dratherians get away with blowing up all the real estate because of "the ten-fold rule" and the "gan-tear" and stuff like that. Our lads fought hard for that!"
A young Unter-Leutnant hit the buzzer.
"Come in, Ms.Hitzig."
"Sir, the navvy sent me for you. He says he can sense a battle happening in realspace!"
The two men wordlessly got up and dashed for the bridge.

The Requiem held position in T-Space, carefully watching the events going on down in Real Space. The sensors greedily searching for any sign of Cassiopeian vessels.

The hull of The Requiem almost seemed to ripple in anticipation of possibly dealing with the Prey again. It was beyond personal, it went deeper than even racial. It was the G'Than'Dehr. The ritual Genocidal War that dated back before the Ta'Nar climbed to the stars eons ago.

The crew waited upon the results of the scans.



OOC:

That is your cue to give us your background and description of the setting.

A lone cruiser floated through space, skillfully and silently. It was on a scouting mission for a suitable world for a military outpost. At that moment, however, something strange was detected...

"Skipper, I'm detecting some weapons emissions due galactic northwest. Looks like one helluva fight, sir..."
"Can you deploy a probe, and call back to command to bring out a little reinforcements?"
"Aye, sir."

The young senior comms officer switched over to the Home Fleet channel.

"Command this is the INS-45CC Halberd sending a report of weapons emissions due galactic northwest to our current position. We request immediate support to investigate the situation. Over."
"Halberd, Command. Your support should be arriving momentarily. Command out."

He turned to the captain.

"Now we just wait..."

OOC: Tagged for great justice!
OOC: All your tag are belong to us!

IC: The SNSS 'Firelord'-class Heavy Cruiser Hyper-Tracker emerged from FTL, it's shields at full. It was times like this that the regulations called for having shields at full when returning to real-space, because after it transisted properly, the sheilds took a pounding from the firefight it emerged in the centre of. Twenty seconds later, the ship had jumped back to FTL speeds, shields almost depleted.

The captain looked at the reports. Minimal damage, mostly from overloaded sheild transmitters. No causalties, no wounded. He said four words he never thought he would say: "Thank God for regulations"

OOC: Still an elaborate tag.

"sir message from the council we are to move out now" a officer on the bridge said "alright then have the Task Force prepare for hyper space" Dacosta said. "we shall bring peace with one swift strike" came a voice. "Commander Aiman, sir I did not know you were on this ship"

OOC: All your tag are belong to us!
OOC: What you say?!

IC:
Within the meeting hall of the vessel Deception, a majority of the young crew watched the planetary bombardment via the large hologram projector on the far side of the room. The crew looked professional within fresh uniforms and there was hardly and unfriendly face within the ship. After moments of excited watching of the flagship fire upon the poor rock below, the images disappeared and a figure stood in the gaze of the crew. By the manner of his dress and how he visibly showed the power of his ego it was obvious this man was the most powerful man on this ship.

He watched his audience for a moment, drinking in the moment, before his finally spoke. "What you just saw will be the first target for us. From what we can tell, that ship is fully fixated on its assault and will be caught completely unexpected when we of the Rizer Private Army strike! I know that during the reign of my father that we were merely mercenaries, working for the highest bidder, but no more! With the money and weapons gained from his rise to power, we now have the strength to claim space as our own. From now on, we create our own orders and will strike fear across the universe! With the defeat of this poor fleet, we shall be reintroduced to the galaxies as a real threat!" If the crew was not trained to remain silent, they would have cheered and give an ovation to their new leader, excited for the opportunity of no longer being workers of war, but the creators of it. With a dismissal from their leader, the crew immediately returned to their positions on the ship, and the RPA fleet, before then floating in motionless silence, sprung to life and began to move forward.

OCC: set us up the tag!

"entering Hyperspace in 5 seconds sir" a helm officer said. "lets just hope we are not to late" DaCosta said as the fleet entered hyper space. The five massive 18Km long war ships quickly came out of hyper space, of course the rest of the fleet was ready to deploy from the belly of the beasts. Dacosta stood on his bridge seeing the bombardment "open a channel" he said. "open sir" was the response. "This is Commander Martin DaCosta of ZAFT's Task Force Raven by order of Gilbert Durandal Chairman of the Supreme Council you are to stand down!"

Just as the young Rizer took his throne in the command chamber of the Deception, the radar operator was already at his side and kneeled. "What is it?" spoke Rizer, raising an eyebrow at the man. The operate looked up and turned on a viewscreen overlaying the massive viewing port, showing the planetary bombardment. Looking to his commanding officer, he spoke sheepishly, "Sir, it seems that a second fleet has approached our target! What do you plan to do?" Rizer gripped the arms of his throne, secretly grinding his teeth. Not about to lose face with his army before they even had a chance to prove himself, he stood and pointed at the screen, announcing aloud to all those in the command chamber, "Imbecile! It does not matter that there are more there! We shall attack them both at once and crush these fools early!" Shocked to hear such an obviously risky and almost stupid command, most of the officers shuddered, but nonetheless carried on their duties. The fleet thus continued on their path undeterred, FTL engines warming up for the surprise assault.

"Contact Armory one get nova here now!" Commander Aiman said. "yes sir right away" was the response. With in a matter of minutes Nova a massive space fortress came out of hyper space its APHIL super weapon ready to fire. "This is the ZAFT fleet, this is your final warning stand down or be destroyed"

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